Q

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Bond was sitting on a train, watching the target talking on the phone. He had his keffiyeh slung around his throat and sunglasses on to disguise himself a bit. No one paid him any attention, all talking amongst themselves, business men heading into Damascus, mostly, but others as well. He knew that he had to be discreet, he couldn't just execute the man in a crowd.

The train slowed and then stopped and the target rose. Bond followed, pushing his way through the crowd.He made it up next to the target and slipped a tracker into his pocket, then peeled away from him.

"Alright, Q, he's yours to follow now. I'm going to go find transportation while he hails a cab. And keep an eye on the satellites," he said, telling Q how to do his job a bit. But as he exited the station and he saw the target slip into a black Audi, he realized this wasn't what they'd had planned.

"He's not taking a cab. I'm improvising," he said, stalking through the crowd and slipping into a waiting Range Rover, its owner standing mere feet away as Bond outright stole the vehicle.

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[quartermaster_q]

Q's soon chimed in, and he made a small sound of pure agony as he forced himself to reach for it.

"Q," he greeted simply, doing his best to keep his tone level and even.

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Bond didn't stop, not for a second. He slicked his finger and as Q talked on the phone he slipped it inside him, working it around to get him slick and loose. And from where he was he could tease the man's balls with his tongue, so he lavished attention there as well.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes- I- I um..."

Q had to bite his lip to silence himself, then took a calming breath. "I assure you everything is fine, sir. Double-o seven was simply grazed by a bullet, nothing more. I was a-actually about to take a shower. So-so if I could just... call back..."

Oh for gods sake, Q. Just put him on the phone. I don't care what you to are up to. Frankly I'd be happy to never know," M sighed.

Q's hand shook as he tried to pass Bond the phone.

"It's for you."

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Bond groaned in protest. He'd been enjoying himself- all the more because it was a joy to try too get Q to crack. But M was not to be put off so he took the phone and sat up.

"Yes sir, just grazed. How many did he kill?" he asked. "No, we have material proving it was Terrance, not terrorists. This was incredibly personal."

He was quiet then and M was dangerously quiet as well.

"I understand, sir. Of course. Thank you."

He sighed as he hung up.

"The good news is we're not sacked," he said. "The bad news is we're both off active duty until Terrance is caught. He made it exceptionally clear that we are to clean up this mess at all costs...but it will be on our own time."

[quartermaster_q]

"Of course we are," Q sighed, flopping face down onto the pillow.

"I do know an easy way to draw him out- but you're not going to like it."

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"Probably not. What is it?" Bond asked as he stretched to put the phone back on the bedside table. "Go on..."

[quartermaster_q]

"I might know a way to reach out to him. ...I could tell him I want to come home," he suggested, turning over to look at the double-o.

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"I don't need to tell you how incredibly dangerous that is," Bond said quietly.

But he distinctly didn't say no. They needed an idea that would work.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's mental, and I hate it. ...If you have a better idea, Bond, I'm all ears," Q assured him.

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"I don't, Q. We're at a loss. He has every advantage and I've no idea how to draw him out. He's ahead of us at literally every turn," Bond sighed. "If we're to put you out there I want you positively laden with trackers. If he takes out one, I want a back up. Takes that out, there's one more. Will you do that?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Pointless. He'll remove them all, and he'll make sure I suffer for trying it. No, a better plan would be just one- Something hard to trace. In pill form, perhaps? That would give you about 24 hours to track me," Q suggested.

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"I don't know of anything like that. Best ask the head of Q Branch," Bond said, his voice soft with affection. This was so risky. So terribly risky. If it was just him he would be fearless but adding Q to the mix only served to prove the point at which Bond was compromised.

[quartermaster_q]

"I have a prototype that should do the trick. We'll need to fetch it from my apartment," he said, reaching out and pulling Bond down for a kiss.

"But first... Perhaps we should finish what we started."

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"Oh, do you think so?" Bond murmured, gladly closing the distance to kiss Q again, hungry for the taste of him. He loved the way the man moaned low in his throat when his mouth was otherwise occupied. In fact, there was little Bond didn't enjoy in bed with Q. Maybe cold feet, maybe an awkward elbow, but those were fleeting. Being intimate with the other man was his personal heaven.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, yes. Definitely. After all, once we set things into motion, we may be separated for a while," Q said softly.

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"The thought makes me ill. To think of you at his mercy..." he said, savaging Q's neck then with kisses and careful bites. He took care not to leave any livid marks. He didn't need to give Terrance a reason to be angry or possessive.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'll be fine, I promise. With any luck he'll not have me long," Q soothed, tilting his head to try and chase Bond's lips and kiss him hard.

"Whatever happens though, Bond. I love you."

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"I know. That is something I will never doubt. Not for a moment," he said before taking possession of Q's tongue. And then there was no more conversation, only gasps and moans and hands and mouths and Bond rutting against Q lewdly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't hesitate to let himself enjoy it. For all he was doing his best to seem confident and calm- a small art of him feared that this could all go wrong. That perhaps Terrance wouldn't take him. That instead he'd find himself facing the man's rage- That his last moments of life would be spent with a man he hated, and not the man he loved.

"Promise me you'll come for me," he whispered between kisses. "Promise me, Bond."

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"I promise. I swear, Q. I'll come for you. I'll bring you home," Bond said, his hands slowing to hold Q possessively. He backed off to look into the man's eyes, his own steely and sure. "I will not have you with him any longer than necessary. I'll get you and I'll kill him. I will kill him."

[quartermaster_q]

Not so long ago, Q hadn't been sure he wanted Terrance dead.

Now he was certain.

"Good," he said softly. "Good."

His hands were shaking, and he exhaled with a shudder. "We should do this now- before I loose my nerve," he added- though he didn't let go of Bond, and he made no move to get out of bed.

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Bond knew what he meant, but he couldn't help himself. He climbed fully onto Q, straddling the man's thighs. His cock glided against Q's and he slipped his hand between them to take hold of both of them.

"Soon," he whispered, stroking and thrusting. Maybe they didn't have time for a fuck, even a fast one, but Bond would make certain Q had something to think of while they were apart.

[quartermaster_q]

Q's head tipped back, and he groaned deeply as he clutched Bond's arms tightly and rocked up into his touch.

"Fuck," he swore softly, the obscenity sounding all the more filthy as it rolled off that posh sounding tongue.

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"Such a mouth on you," Bond said. "I love when you say that. Fuck. And please. And James," he said. Bond worked to make it good, his hand solid and sure as he pulled them off together. He wasn't slick so his cock tugged at Q's skin, making the loose sleeve slip over the rigid flesh beneath.

"So fucking perfect, Q. I'd have you no other way. I love you. I love you more than anything..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q whimpered, and it was a sound of pleasure as much as it was a sound of pain.

He didn't want to go back to Terrance- Not even for a moment- Now when he had this. Not now that he had...

"James," he gasped, his pleasure growing as he rolled his hips and covered Bond's hand with his own.

He wanted to feel the other man come. He wanted to know he could give him pleasure- Fleeting though it might be.